When I was a kid, I would draw spooky night scenes. There’d be an old, scraggly tree sitting atop a hill and lightning coming from ominous looking clouds. 67 more words
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Hello, readers! I have returned. I know you were all just waiting on the edges of your seats to read some more death records.
The sweet little baby in the above picture is Mildred Elizabeth (or Elizabeth Mildred; I’ve read and heard conflicting things) Hilliard, the older sister of my maternal grandmother (henceforth known as “Grandmama”). 292 more words
Dear Little Johnnie, Benjamin Franklin, and PeggySue